Last night I worked at the Silver Spoon. It was fun to be around good friends making good food. It was like riding a bike.

Rocco and Kara are coming over for dinner tonight, I picked up a well-aged brisket. It's braising away and the house smells great. I picked up some long underwear today because the butcher shop is so damn cold. I don't know why I was compelled to write that down but whatever.

I came across a picture of me and my son Maxwell on a fishing trip we took off Salt Spring Island last year. That was when I had the idea of food coming from one quality farm.

My fishing guide (Silver Spoon fishing excursions) turned out to be an organic farmer that raised cattle, lamb and had a few gardens. Who better to be stuck on a boat for four hours with? We talked about the industrialized farm system, oil, fair market price of food, corn/soy beans. We also caught five sockeyes. I couldn't possibly have eaten them all so I traded three for a leg of lamb, some veg, and some prawns he had caught earlier that month. It occurred to me that this may be the only time in my life that I will have eaten an entire 3 course meal procured by one man. This thought made me somewhat sad for my children who may not know any better. The meal had vitality - I believe because the ingredients were not only fresh but cared for by this man. The sheep seemed to laugh, Tom the turkey giggled, the bull - intimidating as it was - seemed not to care about our presence but snorted his approval.

Our dinner was simply prepared at my Uncle Rico's house. Our families relished each others company licking our plates clean. Mike and Jay even ate the fish! It was my second favourite meal ever.

It is my observation that BC has a more developed farm-to-table infrastructure. Roadside farmer stands are the norm and "organic" seems to be everywhere. Also people are more in tune with a holistic approach to eating.

Food doesn't have to come in plastic/polystyrene. Meat doesn't need a "diaper".

That brisket is driving me mad. Food is good.